Sparks of erotic pleasure instantly shot through my groin, making my stomach flutter. "Oh my God, mom. This feels so fucking good," I blurted out, unp...repared for the incredible sensation."Watch your language and keep your voice down," she hissed. I shook my head in disbelief. She was still maintaining her role as mom, despite the fact that part of my dick was lodged in her ass. I was just about to push in another inch of my prick, when out of nowhere, a strong feeling of remorse overcame me; I. If I wasn't the vain, or masochistic—or both—bastard that I was, I'd have made due with taking care of business by pulling over and pissing out the passenger door. But hey, I sure as shit wanted that Prince Albert, didn't I? No complaint from me or anyone else for that matter. It was worth it, although I hadn't known prior to achieving my latest rite-of-passage to bad assedness, that I'd need to sit down to piss for the rest of my life either. But it almost became a novelty, and only made me. “The car insurance company tried to get out of paying anything more than the ten-thousand dollars the sleezy used car dealer got the driver to buy. Social media is at least useful for something. To weasel out of a large judgement and having to pay me something every month for the rest of my life, they latched onto the phone company GPS records and texts to see if they could force the cell provider to pay instead. Didn’t go very well for them. The driver already had a suspended license after six. Dinner consisted of the “slightly upgraded from Economy class food” and both pushed it around the plates without much pleasure. “If you could have any meal in any place, were would you be now” Paul asked her quietly. “I don’t know” she replied, “what about you?” I would want to be in a small little restaurant on the harbour wall in a village called Hermanus in South Africa . They serve the best Oysters on ice with local Champagne and the view is stunning. Mountains on the one side, cliffs.